[He lifts a single finger to his bare throat, pressing the edge of a long nail to it - though not hard enough to break the skin - before slowly dragging it across in the way his dagger had opened hundreds in his time.
He'd be lying were he to claim he hadn’t considered that escape before – but contemplating and carrying it out are not one and the same. It wasn’t a fear of pain or death or of hurting others that had stopped him; there was no one to wound, he muses, for his death would surely come as a relief rather than as sorrowful news. Who would mourn a devil's passing?
In his steadier moments, to fall by his own hand would strike him as a fate worthy of vicious self-contempt after having struggled and fought to live for nearly all his existence. It would be admitting defeat to the world, his last words a pathetic croak when they should be a defiant roar to the Heavens that even the Almighty Himself would hear.
Letting his hand drop to his side, his smile broadens just slightly, grim and mirthless.]
tis not quite as… permanent… as you might like, I’m afraid.
[He falls silent, carefully gauging her reaction without the characteristic glint of roguishness in his eyes.]
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He'd be lying were he to claim he hadn’t considered that escape before – but contemplating and carrying it out are not one and the same. It wasn’t a fear of pain or death or of hurting others that had stopped him; there was no one to wound, he muses, for his death would surely come as a relief rather than as sorrowful news. Who would mourn a devil's passing?
In his steadier moments, to fall by his own hand would strike him as a fate worthy of vicious self-contempt after having struggled and fought to live for nearly all his existence. It would be admitting defeat to the world, his last words a pathetic croak when they should be a defiant roar to the Heavens that even the Almighty Himself would hear.
Letting his hand drop to his side, his smile broadens just slightly, grim and mirthless.]
tis not quite as… permanent… as you might like, I’m afraid.
[He falls silent, carefully gauging her reaction without the characteristic glint of roguishness in his eyes.]